Let the re-posting begin!

This is the first poem I wrote after we moved to NYC in the summer of 2006. Where is the sticky, nasty, fabulous, city summer now?

The city is shiny and grey today, joyously shedding the heat of the past few weeks like a sticky second skin. I am green and reckless. I am a dog. I am Lola. My mouth open, my tongue dragging along the floor, my fur speckled with cool water, shaking myself awake and rolling in puddles. My fingers itch to touch the ground, to displace the steam escaping from the sidewalk and leave a shadow finger footprint on the day. My belly longs to stretch itself out on the sidewalk, inching it's way to relief from the heat, breathing in the pulse and purpose of the concrete and earth beneath my skin.

I will find the tallest building and climb up to the roof and happily chase my tail in the rain, reveling in the memory of fireworks and friendships on a perfectly lovely yesterday, eagerly anticipating the unraveling of stories tomorrow. Renewed, restored, rewired, reminded. There is power in metaphor.

Do you remember the first time?

A few years ago I attempted to begin a regular blog about nothing in particular through the one avenue I knew existed at the time: MySpace. Four years and countless social nteworking sites later, I am positively awash with a very basic knowledge of HTML and ready to cut ties with my initial blog, and instead reinvent it here.

Of course, as the blog title suggests, this may not become a daily blog. It may not even turn into a weekly blog. And it doesn't really have a theme. It may transpire to be nothing more than the musings of a would-be writer and part-time thespian on those days when she feels the need to say something about why she bothers. And so be it.

Much of my old blog comprised of bits and pieces of poetry and prose. For the sake of archiving (and nostalgia on my part), I'm going to move some of that stuff over here so that I have a place to store it all, somewhere other than my hard drive. My reasoning being that as long as the world wide web doesn't disappear my random thoughts and words will henceforth be safe.

So those of you reading this may have read a lot of this stuff before. Apologies for the repetition. Eventually I might even write something new. It happens. Occasionally...